Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rayven
His fingers curved insideme to tease that hidden spot. The pleasure rose to a crescendo, and I came with a strangled cry that didn’t even sound like me. I shook in his arms, and he held me tighter, pulling out of me only when the intense wave of sensation passed.
He held his fingers up and spread them to demonstrate just how wet I was. A string of arousal connected both digits until it snapped and oozed down his middle finger. Holding them to my lips, he looked at me expectantly.
My lips parted, and he pressed his fingers inside, his face twisting into a sexy expression as he watched me suck myself clean from him.
“That was beautiful, grave treasure,” he praised. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Fuck, that was good,” I sighed. “I needed that.”
He gave a dark laugh, and it shot a chill through me. “Oh, we’re not done. That one was for you. Now, this is for me.”
Before I could ask him what he meant, he gripped me by the back of my neck, pulling me out of his lap and positioning me so I was on all fours on the bench.
My breath hitched as he placed a knee on the bench behind me, so close that the hardness in his pants jabbed my ass.
“Hands on the edge of the gondola,” he instructed. His grip tightened on the back of my neck and guided me so I was leaning over the boat’s edge, my face hovering over the water.
There was a barbed moment of silence. He teased out the seconds, the bastard taking pleasure in watching me squirm in anticipation. My fingers clutched the black lacquered edge of the gondola, nails tapping nervously against the elaborate silver filigree decorating the wood.
A flood of renewed heat surged through me as the sounds of rustling fabric met my ears. I tried to turn my head, but his grip tightened on my nape and kept me held down. In a small act of mercy, he canted his hips forward, allowing me to feel him undoing the laces of his pants.
When he sprung out, his thick length fell into the valley of my ass. My skin pricked, and a tiny “oh” slipped from my lips when he spit on my backside and rubbed his cock up and down my ass cheeks, spreading his saliva to slide easily over my flesh.
He went still for a beat as he seemed to weigh his next move. “Keep your hands on the edge of the ferry, Rayven. Don’t move.”
The moment Belial’s hand lifted from the back of my neck, I turned to see him pulling his silver cuff off, unclasping the chain that connected it to his Prince Albert piercing.
His stormy eyes narrowed when he caught me looking at him. “Stubborn little human. You never listen.”
He dropped the silver onto the floor of the gondola with a clank and thrust his ringed fingers into my hair, shoving my head over the water, my face precious inches from the flowing crimson current.
Every sinew in my body stiffened when I felt him press into me—but not into my pussy. Instead, his head forced its way through the tight ring of muscle, the place I’d yet to have any man.
“Wait!” I choked out, the sting of him stretching my asshole making my voice raspy. “N–not there!”
My protests were met with a soft chuckle as he eased another inch of himself inside me. “Didn’t I tell you I’d be claiming every one of your holes? You’re lucky I’m taking your ass in a dream spell first. Consider this practice.”
“Fuck, it hurts!” I snapped, but I couldn’t bring myself to use my safe word. The pain only heightened the pleasure ebbing into my system, gripping me as tight as Belial’s vice-like grip on my neck.
“Stop fighting it and let me in—Weeping Hells, you’re so damn tight.”
His steely baritone was wrapped up in fire and silk and masculine hunger. It sent a bolt of electricity through me, the delicious cocktail of pain and pleasure warming my entire body.
The Lord of Death was being surprisingly delicate with me as he worked himself inside at an excruciating pace, slow and careful as he waited for my body to adjust before sinking more of himself into me. Plus, he’d removed his jewelry, probably to minimize my discomfort.
As my body relaxed, I started to give into the comfort he instilled.
“I love you, Belial.” It slipped out of my mouth. I didn’t mean for it to, but it did.
He stilled, and his thumb rubbed gentle circles on my jugular without relinquishing his hold on me. “I love you too, little human.”
His spine bowed, his large hands coming to grip the lip of the gondola beside mine as he draped his hard muscle over me, his chest pressed against my back. “Does this mean you forgive me?” His words were as soft as the sweet kiss he planted on the skin below my ear, making me melt beneath him.
I opened my mouth, and when no words came out, I closed it again. I couldn't tell him I’d forgiven him yet. I missed him. I loved him. But I still carried a hurt in my heart that held me back from telling him what he wanted to hear.
